I& #39;ve reached the point where my stress and anxiety is at an all time high and I don& #39;t know who to talk to about just.. feelings. I& #39;m being pulled into a million different directions and I can never find a moment to relax. There& #39;s always a fire. Always an argument. Always a risk.

I have a big band of intrusive thoughts that include:
I feel like I talk too much.
I feel like I don& #39;t help enough.
I feel like I always say the wrong things.
That my opinions and guidance is always wrong.
I have control issues.

And that no matter what, it& #39;s *never* enough.

This year has been so traumatic on so many. We are still fighting generations of systematic racism and police brutality. COVID. Recession. The election. It& #39;s a lot on everyone and from that lens I know I hold an incredible amount of privelege. Saying I& #39;m struggling feels selfish.

There& #39;s not really a reason for this thread. I& #39;m just finally, truly, alone with myself for the first time in eight months. It feels like my entire body has crashed into a wall that I& #39;ve been able to bypass previously by staying busy. I& #39;m so overwhelmed despite the quiet.